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Losing Her Again with Each New Day

Turning the Page After Loss

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I used to think that people who passed away drifte

I used to think that people who passed away drifted above the clouds. That they were up there somewhere dancing and free and joyous. When I grew older and learned about the sky and the clouds and the moon and the stars that mindset changed. I knew the truth about what was up above.

But today, nearly four years after my mother passed away, I boarded a flight for a girls trip. Something I haven’t done since becoming a wife and having children. I was nervous and anxious and a complete inner mess. We boarded the plane and in minutes we were soaring above the clouds and suddenly things felt different. I no longer felt stressed or anxious. I felt something unique, something deep in the pit of my heart.

I felt her, my mother. I felt her presence and her love. I felt her peace and her comfort.

I couldn’t stop staring in awe and amazement. The sky was beautiful. It was just as I had always envisioned as a kid, fluffy, fresh and intoxicating. I kept snapping pictures in wonderment of the view but also because of the way it was making me feel. Like she was here, with me. And it felt like a beautiful gift. These clouds felt like a blanket of my mother’s love, memory and presence.

I’m always surprised when these moments happen, these “mom moments” as I call them, but the truth is I shouldn’t be. They happen often and usually when I need them the most. She’s showing up beautifully for me and I’m grateful.

Today, in the midst of fierce anxiety and bold trepidation, the clouds reminded me that sometimes our childish thoughts and dreams aren’t too far-fetched. They might look different and they might hold different truths and realities, but they feel the same.

They feel like love and light and beauty.
They feel like comfort and grace and gifts.
They feel like her.

Today I’m thankful for the reminder of the light that floats above all of the chaos down below. I’m thankful for this view and this perspective.

The clouds gave me new encouragement today. From up here, things are different. I needed to feel and see this “different”. It led me to her again, in a faint and delicate way and anything that leads me to her is something I’ll treasure.
xox, Chels

Love your people fiercely. 💗 © Chelsea Ohlemi

Love your people fiercely. 💗

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Empty spaces… © Chelsea Ohlemiller: www.hopean

Empty spaces…

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💜💜💜 © Chelsea Ohlemiller: www.hopeandha

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‘This Is Us’ has the world exhausted and overw

‘This Is Us’ has the world exhausted and overwhelmed by grief and loss and heartbreak. A television show has given a glimpse into what it’s like to live with significant loss. But take a moment to imagine what it feels like when it’s not fictional characters but your loved ones.

Your mother, not a mother on a screen.
Your father, not a father on TV.
Your husband or child or sister or brother, not actors.

This is us. Grieving individuals.
In real life.
Real loss.
Real death.
Real devastation.

This is us. The wounded hearts living with unwavering grief.

This is us. The ones carrying the pain of a forever absence. One that is a reality, not a written script that can be changed or forgotten.

This is us. The souls that have pieces missing because we actually had to listen to final breaths, plan funerals, and watch as our loved one was lowered into the ground.

This is us. The ones that know grief— real grief, not the kind portrayed on television but the kind that follows us like a shadow. The kind that is unavoidable. The kind with no button to change channels or pause what is about to come.

This is Us, a heartwarming and also heartbreaking TV show, gave the world a small peek into the grief experience— a tiny example of undeniable love and never-ending pain.

And that my friends is worth acknowledging. It’s worth bringing attention to. The feeling you have watching that show, that emotional hangover you have from death and loss, that’s grief. Except ours is real. That punch to the gut you have that it’s over? That’s grief, except ours is real. That feeling of “why” and “No!!” and “I didn’t see that coming?” It’s all grief. It’s all a harsh reality of what loss is and does. It’s an all-encompassing taste of what grieving individuals experience.

I’m so thankful for a show that makes people actually feel. One that brings tears and vulnerability and a slight ache. It helps bring understanding. It helps provide a dialogue and a visual for the destruction and the chaos.

Grieving hearts can say, “The pain, the heartbreak, the disbelief, the anger, the emptiness, the sorrow, the hunger for more? Yep, that’s all…CONTINUED IN COMMENTS…

💛 © Chelsea Ohlemiller: www.hopeandharshreali

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